When Felina caught the blood elven woman sneaking around a local Alliance mine, her first reaction was perhaps more brutal than she would like to admit. Her anger, however, was swiftly quelled upon seeing exactly what sort of crystals the elf had been trying to steal. The sin’dorei was a deadly match, no doubt, but her arms were brimming with purple crystals of various sizes, and she could do nothing but stand helplessly before the infuriated human warlock.
But Felina smirked upon seeing the blood elf’s embarrassed face. “You poor thing, you’re blushing! What have you got there?” She leaned forward, eager to inspect the stolen crystals. The blood elf shrugged, looking down at her feet in shame.
“Oh, I’m sure you know, sweetie. And I think I know what you intend to do with them, too!” She winked flirtatiously, and the elf’s cheeks grew even redder, her freckles blazing with discomfort.
Felina moved closer, close enough for them to feel each others’ breath upon their skin. She stroked the red, elven hair, twirling it between her fingers and whispered: “Don’t be ashamed. I do it too.”
She was, of course, referring to the crystals in the young elf’s arms. Draenic crystals were famous for their variety of uses, but these in particular were mostly sought after for their vibrational properties.
Felina purred as her slender hand ventured underneath the blood elf’s plate armor. “How about,” she whispered, “I show you a trick or two back at my place. These babies do wonders when infused with fel.”
The sin’dorei nodded stiffly, and a shy smile soon followed on her once worried face.